"Ho, without realizing it, winter was almost here."
Bowing as he entered the clothing shop, Luo Chen shook the fine snow from his clothes.
He could not help sighing.
The last time winter came was last time.
In the blink of an eye, nearly a year had passed.
Too much had happened over the past year. Even if he found someone to sit around a brazier brewing tea and speak freely of old times, Luo Chen would not know where to begin.
He only knew one thing.
In May last year, he had been at the Third Layer of Qi Refining Stage.
Now, less than two years later, he was already at Qi Refining Stage Level 9 and had begun making plans for Foundation Establishment.
Such rapid progress was enough to leave anyone tongue-tied!
Even the sects' favored geniuses would probably be left gaping in astonishment if they saw it!
But none of this had come out of thin air.
He had consumed so many resources every day and persisted for hundreds of days. Converted into Spirit Stones, even a Foundation Establishment Cultivator would be horrified by the cost.
Only because Luo Chen knew how to make money could he sustain such high-speed cultivation.
He greeted the old woman at the clothing shop.
After exchanging the passphrase and putting on his mask, Luo Chen entered the underground hall of the Zhenlong Black Market once again.
This was the second month after Great River Market's Inner City had been destroyed, and the Zhenlong Black Market was being held on schedule for the second time.
The moment he entered, Luo Chen sensed a familiar gaze settle upon him.
The other party made no attempt to hide it, yet it held no malice.
Feeling that gentle gaze, Luo Chen nodded toward its owner.